Redtail Rise and i hate the way the townspeople gather outside

Prophet is large, but the man he leads is a bona fide behemoth, hulking and pale next to the brown-hued man. she gives him a nod of approval—he'd not attended the first pack summons, where she'd commanded Tulimaq to find others, and yet her Berserkr has heeded the call.

then she turns to the newcomer, brow lifting in inquiry. you are? she asks briefly, eyes flashing between the two as she wonders who will speak first.

he's the kind of wolf that will fit in well here, if his skill matches his frame.